Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After a few brief instructions to Leonard, Renekton left Backlund directly.

In the living room, Leonard and Yodson were the only ones left looking at each other.

After looking at the descendant of the Jacob family from head to toe, Leonard smiled politely, stretched out his hand and said:

"Hello, Leonard Mitchell, Nighthawk of the Church of the Night."

"Jodson Jacob, a treasure hunter currently working as a part-time missionary."

After briefly introducing himself, Jordan asked directly:

"When will Pales wake up? Is he or she a member of the Zoroastrian family?"

Missionary and treasure hunter, what a strange professional combination this is. After a moment of thinking, Leonard, who was about to answer Jordanson's question, suddenly heard Palles's voice echoing in his ears:

"Let him wait for a month. During this period, you take him to deal with various extraordinary events and train him. This little guy's potion is digested in a mess. In this state, the only result of being promoted to demigod is to lose control."

"Also, remember to ask that rude guy not to disturb an old man's sleep next time."

As the words fell, Pales fell silent again.

Leonard opened his mouth, but the words of inquiry failed to come out, and finally turned into a sigh.

Then he looked at the somewhat slovenly looking Jordan and said calmly:

"He asked you to wait for a month. During this time, you need to digest the potion."

"He? An angel that is parasitic on your body. It seems that you two are getting along quite happily. It feels like a familiar story from a best-selling novel."

Jordson looked at Leonard again curiously, as if looking at a strange object.

In the southern continent, on the south bank of the Pas River Valley, the mansion of Mesanyes.

Luca Brewster, Ms. Grant, Saslier, Prak Eggers and others gathered here, representing the Church of Knowledge, Moss Ascetic Order, Protestantism and the independent Spiritual Religion respectively. Discussing how to deal with the issue of the Intis military and the church of "Eternal Blazing Sun" and "God of Steam and Machinery" declaring war on the Pas Valley.

Grant scanned the people on both sides of the conference room and said calmly:

"Intis's declaration of war is expected. The two major churches plus the Extraordinaries and military configuration of the Intis military are at an absolute advantage, but they will not be able to mobilize too many manpower. More power is needed. Stay on the mainland of the northern continent."

"The royal families and churches of the remaining countries in the Northern Continent are restraining each other. As long as they are not truly united, we can mediate between them."

"What we really need to be concerned about is the local forces in the Southern Continent, such as the Spiritual Religion Group, the East Balan Restoration Congress, the Rose School, the Demon Family, and the followers of the Original Moon. We cannot suppress or even expel them. It is difficult to completely defeat them in the Southern Continent. Unite."

Prak Eggers slowly shook his head and said:

"Except for the demons, other forces have already taken root in the Southern Continent. It cannot be done in a short time to completely eliminate them."

Mesanyes tried to speak: "Drive them to the south of the Star Plateau and completely block them there?"

Luca Brewster slowly shook his head and said in a serious tone:

"No, that will only make that land completely polluted and become a breeding ground for evil gods to nourish their minions. It may even allow some evil gods to come to this world."

Gradually, the conference room fell silent again, and everyone turned their attention to Saslier, who had never spoken. He represented the former Aurora Society, the current Protestant religion, and the only true god in the southern continent. will.

Saslier's eyes that seemed to be covered with shadows reflected the different expressions of everyone. He chuckled and said calmly:

"When our Lord wakes up from his slumber, he will be able to exert influence from the spiritual world and completely cleanse the beliefs of those who have fallen."

Halfway through the meeting, "light" suddenly poured in from the surroundings. A torrent of terrifyingly complex information floated in the conference room for a second, then collapsed inwards and gathered together, reorganizing Renekton's body.

His eyes swept around the people in the conference room, and stayed on Saslier for a moment. He looked away before the other person looked over, and nodded gently to everyone:

"Sorry, I went to Backlund and was a little late."

Grant frowned and looked at Renekton, and said in a worried tone:

"There is indeed something wrong with what that guy left behind. It seems that you are having difficulty maintaining a human body now. Don't you need to stabilize yourself first?"

"It's not serious, just some contamination. I'll be able to clean it up after a while and completely accommodate the characteristics."

Renekton explained with a smile, then turned his head to look at Pluck Eggers, and said calmly:

"Mr. Plunk, do you have any idea of ​​continuing to be promoted? Becoming a 'Death Archon' or even a 'Pale Emperor'?"

Everyone in the conference room looked at Renekton in surprise, but no one spoke or raised any questions.

After a brief silence, Plaque nodded slowly and said:

"In the past, I would have hesitated. I cared more about my humanity than my strength, but now, we really need more strength."

Renekton nodded lightly and said:

"When you're ready, you can find me."

"Of course, this is not free. The corresponding price will be paid and repaid by you after you are successfully promoted."

"No problem." Plaque nodded slowly and responded.

After this topic was over, Renekton looked at Sasril again and said calmly:

"How many high-sequence characteristics are scattered in the God's Abandoned Land? When resources are limited, it is a good choice. We can collect characteristics from the God's Abandoned Land and cultivate more high-sequence extraordinary people."

"There are some in various ways, but most of them exist in the form of monsters. If you want to obtain them, you also need to send out a lot of high-sequence Beyonders."

"It is not suitable for survival there. It is difficult to get effective answers to prayers, it is difficult to obtain additional help, and it is difficult for ordinary extraordinary people to enter or leave."

Grant followed Sasril's words and concluded: "Just like the ruins of the God War in the easternmost part of the Sunia Sea, there are many good things, but it is too difficult to obtain, and the gain outweighs the loss."

In the conference room, everyone's newly excited mood seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water, and the expectations rising in their eyes were instantly wiped away.

After thinking for a moment, Renekton asked again:

"You should know the magic potion formulas for Sequence 3 and Sequence 2 of the 'Giant' Path. Can you tell me? I can hire some locals to help collect the characteristics."

"Okay." Saslier nodded lightly, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he was happy to see such a development.

Topics were raised one after another, and were discussed and resolved. It was not until the sky outside the stained glass window turned completely dark that everyone ended today's meeting, or blended into the shadows, or wandered into the spiritual world, or entered the spiritual world, or turned into information creatures, They left the conference room from all directions, leaving only Mesanyes sighing and walking out of the main entrance.

Renekton and Grant, who transformed into information creatures, entered a brightly lit suburban manor one after another. Strange lighting tools made of glass were scattered throughout the manor, and the blazing white sunlight illuminated the manor as brightly as day.

Renekton's figure appeared in a steel jungle behind the manor. This was a literal steel jungle. Machines made of various metals were placed high or low on the ground, and electric currents and sparks shot out from time to time. Sounds echoed around.

In the center of this steel jungle, Russell was wearing a simple and thin linen gown. He was holding a piece of drawings in his hand and commanding the two craftsman cats Bree and Ritz, who were hung with various tools on his body, to be busy around him. Busy up and down.

Bugs Bunny is also here, lying on a weird tree full of various fruits, and from time to time he feeds some fruits to Russell, Brie, and Ritz who are busy below.

Renekton's figure quietly appeared next to Russell and asked curiously:

"As a mechanical doll, do you have a sense of taste?"

"No, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying it."

Russell replied without raising his head, and then continued to direct Bree and Ritz to modify the surrounding machinery.

A stream of complicated information rushed through, and Grant also appeared here. She walked to Renekton and briefly introduced:

"The technology to use the characteristics of the 'Light Chaser' as energy supply to all aspects has been basically completed. This involves a higher level of extraordinary power, which is not something ordinary people can participate in. It can only rely on 'craftsmen', and craftsmen are big Some are rejected in the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.”

"Also limiting the promotion of technology, there is also the issue of materials. The most suitable carrying material for transmitting energy is gold. Not to mention that the quantity of gold is limited. If this thing is used as a material and laid throughout the city, then the place will become a thief. Heaven."

Renekton looked at Russell aside and asked casually: "Can corresponding laws be enacted?"

Russell shook the drawing in his hand and said helplessly:

"Making laws is what a 'judge' should do. I am better at making loopholes in the existing order and rules."

"Of course, if you are willing to help me gain more authority, this will be easy."

After thinking for a while, Renekton nodded and said:

"It's not impossible. I know the whereabouts of the Brass Book of Trunsoest. You can try to get it after you are resurrected."

Russell took a step back, put down the drawing in his hand, looked at Renekton seriously, and said word by word:

"What are you planning? What do you want to take away from me?"

"Instead of letting the 'Pale Death' that you create exist as a sealed object, it is better to cultivate a real 'Pale Emperor', are you right?"

Renekton twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled. Under the translucent skin, his eyes twisted into stars were constantly floating, making his smile look a little scary.